Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 116: Velra’s Old Weapon - 1 (18+)

The stairway into the underground was narrow, rusted, and dimly lit with red hazard bulbs.

Every step creaked under Zain’s boots as he followed Velra deeper into the slums of BC-3.

She didn’t say a word.

She didn’t have to.

At the bottom, a cold storage chamber had been repurposed.

It was turned into a private chamber of chains, tools, and restraint seals.

In the center of the room, tied upright to a fractured support pillar, was the short, blue-haired girl.

She was now in human form.

Ears perked, hands injured, breathing shallow.

Her ankles and wrists were bound with reinforced shackles.

Bruises lined her arms.

A cut along her cheek still glowed faintly red.

Zain looked at her, then back at Velra.

"Your doing?" he asked casually.

Velra nodded once, expression unreadable.

"She didn’t talk."

Zain stepped forward, examining the girl’s injuries.

"Hmph. You used the warrior method, huh?"

Velra didn’t respond.

The blue-haired girl looked up, eyes narrowing when she saw Zain.

She flinched.

"...Who the hell are you?"

Zain just smirked.

"No name needed. I’m just here to ask questions."

He turned back to Velra.

"The new Vantess slaves..."

"They’re trained as fighter-slaves, aren’t they?"

"Not servants. Not breeders. Weapons."

Velra nodded.

"Efficient. Silent. Not taught to speak unless ordered."

Zain’s eyes narrowed.

"Then why torture her like a warrior? Pride wounds won’t break her."

Velra blinked, then tilted her head.

"You’re saying I should’ve used the old method?"

Zain leaned against the wall, his grin widening.

"Exactly. I have heard you used to make grown men beg just by smiling."

He gestured lightly.

"Why not show me once? Just for fun."

Velra’s lips curled into a slow, wicked smile. "I see..."

She turned back toward the slave, stepping closer with a sudden elegance in her hips/

A shift in aura, from killer to something far more dangerous.

The blue-haired girl flinched again.

"What... what are you—?"

Velra knelt beside her, face just inches away.

"You were trained to take pain. I admire that. But..."

She brushed a finger under the girl’s chin.

"...you weren’t trained for this."

Zain watched, arms crossed, eyes glittering.

Velra stood again and whispered.

"Let’s see how loyal you are..."

"When you experience what made the Vantess name feared long before fire."

The girl frowned deeply now, clearly unsettled.

"What are you...?"

Velra smirked.

"I’m what your master failed to become."

"I’m the one they tried to break and failed."

She reached for her tool kit and pulled out a box.

They were not blades or branding tools.

But a delicate, velvet-lined case containing something far older.

"Now," Velra purred, "I’ll ask once more. Who is your master?"

The girl looked up, hesitated, and for the first time...

She wavered.

Zain smiled.

"Let the games begin."

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Velra didn’t hesitate.

She stepped forward and grabbed the front of the girl’s clothes.

She ripped them apart, exposing her chest.

The blue-haired girl gasped.

Her body jerked in the chains, eyes wide.

She wasn’t expecting this.

Velra looked her over, smiling.

"You were trained to fight," she said softly.

"Not to feel."

The girl said nothing. She just clenched her jaw.

Velra leaned in close, her lips near the girl’s ear.

"You think pain is the worst thing I can do to you?"

She ran her fingers over her breasts and down between her legs.

Bare skin now exposed, trembling under the touch.

"I was raised to use control. Not with fists."

"With rhythm. With touch. With silence."

The girl’s breathing changed. It was faster now.

"I’m not going to hit you," Velra whispered.

"I’m going to show you how easy it is to make you answer without force."

Zain crossed his arms, standing quietly nearby.

"This method’s older than both of us," he said.

"Let’s see if she can handle it."

Velra crouched in front of the girl.

She looked up into those sharp, confused eyes.

"You were taught to resist pain."

"But were you taught how to handle pleasure?"

The girl looked away, lips tight, breathing shallow.

She didn’t speak.

But she didn’t resist either.

Her thighs didn’t close.

Velra didn’t stop.

She traced her fingers slowly up along the inside of the girl’s legs.

Hovering near her center, never quite touching.

Then she pulled her hand away.

Then again—closer.

Then again—gone.

Each time, the girl’s breath hitched harder. Her knees trembled.

Not from fear.

Not from pain.

But from something rising.

Heat, pressure, a growing need she hadn’t been trained for.

Velra’s voice dropped to a whisper.

"You can lie with your voice," she said.

"But not with your body."

She leaned in closer, her breath brushing the girl’s neck.

"I felt that twitch."

"You’re already reacting."

The girl clenched her fists, trembling harder now.

Her body gave away what her face still tried to hide.

Velra pulled back slightly, smiling faintly.

"Tell me before it happens again."

"Who is your master?"

The girl stayed silent. Lips sealed. Breathing sharp.

Velra tilted her head.

"So... this is how you want to do it, huh?"

She turned slowly, walking toward her old toolkit.

Zain raised an eyebrow as Velra took out something big and long.

Its shape was unmistakable, even if she didn’t say it.

A 20 cm dildo.

It was Built to stretch her open, not to hurt—unless she resists

Zain gave a short laugh. "That one? Bit large, isn’t it?"

Velra smirked, running her finger down the length of it.

"Of course it is. She was trained to take pain, right?"

"So she should be able to handle this."

The girl’s eyes widened. She didn’t speak, but her jaw tightened.

"Don’t worry. I’m not here to hurt you."

She leaned in again.

"I’m here to remind you that pride doesn’t last forever."

"But obedience... that stays."

The girl looked away, but her chest was rising faster now.

Velra stepped closer.

"Let’s go back to our business, shall we?"

She let the dildo rest against the girl’s inner thigh.

Zain’s voice echoed lightly from the back wall.

"If she breaks now, I’d say that’s a record."